Beautifully expressed, thank you. For some reason I see snails carrying furniture. I've moved so many times in current years that I'm starting to look at 99 percent of my belongings and wonder why I lug them from one place to another. For sure I shed loads with every move and gradually cut down on buying more trinkets to clog up my space. Now i see the madness of it all. charity shops turning goods away, people giving stuff away at car boots because they have no room and the market is overflowing. We're drowning in the exponential mountains of crap manufactured with increasing profit in mind. Our society has become a rubbish dump for endless goods. We're drowning in stuff! Have we, as co-creators, become obsessed with our creations? With ever more retail consciousness swamped onto us by a mindless profit complex and recreation often shaped around coffee and shopping, the madness is is reaching psychotic proportions. And the noise and smells and restrictions in movement that herd and seduce, fuck I've so had enough of this, even in measured doses. So yes, i'm looking forward to seeing this shit show swilled down the plug hole and the reemergence of whatever's next. I'll book a seat with popcorn and nachos ( metaphor) and surf the flow with aplomb. Enough of this dross thank you.